Zheng Shuangshuang's words had just fallen.
Slap!
A crisp sound of a slap rang out.
The waitress named Xi Xi had her shirt torn open at the chest, revealing black undergarments and pale skin, as the right side of her face quickly swelled up, showing five distinct, blood-red finger marks.
Bang!
Liu Jintai, not satisfied with just slapping Xi Xi, lifted his foot and ruthlessly kicked her stomach a few times, "You bitch, you little whore, bedding you is your good fortune, and yet you dare to resist? You're really asking for death."
"Heh heh, today I particularly fancy eating a melon that doesn't yield easily."
Liu Jintai yanked Xi Xi up from the ground, pressed her against the table, and drew his belt, apparently intent on forcing himself upon her.
Zheng Shuangshuang, upon seeing the scene before her, did not intervene or show any change in expression, as if such matters were commonplace for her, "Mr. Chu, Young Master Liu seems to be somewhat indisposed now!"
